So... contest was goin' on. Guess who won? Yep, you guessed it! ventus brawler did! Congrats! Comment on your chapter ventus! PLZ! I wanna see if I did good. It might not be exactly what you wanted, but... is it good?

Naruto wasn't finished staring the two down. In reality, they really did make a cute couple. And though he hated to admit it, they looked better then he dreamed he and Sakura would look when they were little. They had everything to complete each other. The same ego, and they knew when to not use it; they had the same trains of thought, though they barely agreed on that. And what one didn't have, the other did. Sasuke didn't talk much, but Sakura talked for the two of them, because she usually knew what the Uchiha was thinking. Sasuke was an avenger, and Sakura was a bit of both. Naruto could see why the two didn't want to stop, and it was fine with him—as long as neither he nor Kajishi was watching!

"Come on," Sakura whispered, her crimson blush still bright on her face, "the dinner will get cold."

"Hn…," Sasuke grunted. The way he did it told everyone he agreed.

Kajishi nodded in excitement. When she was with Toshime and Gorai her birthday was hardly something to celebrate. The two always beat her most on that day; her birthday was always hell, though she didn't know what that word meant.

The table was set in oranges and pinks and blues—orange for Kajishi, that being her favorite color, pink for Sakura, that being her Clan color, and blue for Sasuke, that being his favorite color and Clan color. The colors, in a way, represented their messed up little family. The silverware was shining in the lamplight.

"Whoa…" Naruto mumbled. "I haven't seen so much fanciness since Gaara's 'I'm-a-Hokage-type-person' party." He could never remember what Gaara really was called.

Sasuke's sharingan perked up at the sound of the name. He considered the redhead a rival now. The man could take his place in Kajishi's heart, and—even though he'd never admit it—Sakura's.

"Onee-chan," Kajishi wondered, pulling herself up to on of the red wood seats, "what are we eating?"

Sakura smiled, her plump lips exposing nice white teeth. "Baby, we're having horse meat, tomato soup, ramen, and, if you want, I'll even make some more cake. Ooh—and ice cream, never forget the ice cream!" Sakura said giddily. She loved birthdays.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook," Sasuke grumbled.

"You didn't!" Naruto exclaimed, shocked at his ex-teammate's stupidity. "Sakura-chan makes the best ramen! Oh, and her horse his good too, I guess. And the tomato soup—yum!"

"Tomato soup?"

"Yah, isn't that your favorite fruit?" Sakura asked, questioning her knowledge of her newly reformed love. That kiss was the thing that reminded her of why she had loved the Uchiha in the first place.

"Vegetable, and yes," Sasuke said.

"Actually," Sakura murmured, passing out plates, "tomatoes were classified as fruits. I agree with you, though, they should be vegetables."

"Hn…."

Sakura passed out the meat first, much to Sasuke's disappointment. But, Sakura, sensing Sasuke's odd change, smiled and gave him a small tomato. He smirked at her, he really did love her—wait a second, love?

Naruto took the first bite, having eaten Sakura's food many times before. He didn't really take the first bite, but the second and third and fourth all at the same time. Kajishi took the other ones, licking her lips as if the flavor stayed on them. And then ate like Naruto. Sakura giggled as Sasuke bit his tomato.

"Kajishi, I'm going to let you eat like that today, because it's your birthday, but no other day. The lesson here is: Never eat like Uncle Naruto!" the pinkette smiled.

"Onee-chan's right," Sasuke agreed, putting a piece of the red meat in his mouth. Kajishi giggled at her father's caring uncaring-ness.

"You see," Naruto mumbled through a mouthful of meat, "Mom and Dad… they know best…. Never eat like Uncle me! It gets me… into a… boatload of… trouble."

Sakura took her last bite as she giggled on at Naruto. "Who here's going to help me with the soup?"

"What—too heavy?" Sasuke teased.

"You wish. It's too hot. Come, now, help me," Sakura ordered, her tone strict. Sasuke rolled his eyes and lifted himself to his feet, following the rosy-headed woman to the kitchen.

Sakura was at the stove, her back to him. It was now that he noticed the fact that the navy looked so… attractive… on her pale, pale skin. It almost made her body look white. It looked so nice on her, that blue.

Unknowingly, Sasuke walked up to her, slipping his arms around her waist. "Help, right?" he murmured into her neck.

"Yep," Sakura whispered back, loving the feel of his cool arms around her. Sasuke nibbled on her neck.

"You know, I've never thought you'd be more attractive in a apron," Sasuke flirted, not quite knowing what he was doing. All he knew was that her skinny body was in front of him, in a sexy little skirt, with his clan symbol on it, and that she looked so…. Did he really need to finish that thought?

Sakura smiled. This, Sasuke's arms around her, felt right. It felt as if her body was made just for him. Years ago, she had only dreamt of this moment, and after that she refused to think of it, but now… now it was happening. Should it feel this good? Should she feel so warm? Should she feel like she never wanted him to let go?

Should Sasuke feel the same?

Sakura sighed, contempt, and pulled a cooking spoon. She lifted it up to Sasuke's lips; it's round part full of the nice, thick, red soup. "T-taste," she ordered with a stutter.

Sasuke opened his mouth, letting the taste his favorite fruit—vegetable—crowd his mouth. He wanted something else to crowd his mouth again. Thank Kami for his little girl and her wish! "Yum…" Sasuke said in his 'hn' voice.

"Where in the world are those two?" Naruto yelled in what was his talking voice. The two in the kitchen miraculously didn't hear him.

"Uncle N, maybe Onee-chan and Onii-san are busy. You know, cooking isn't easy," Kajishi said with the innocence of her five-year-old self.

"Oh?" Naruto asked, amused at his 'niece's' know-how. "How do you know, eh, Kay-Jay?" Naruto had just made up the nickname for her. He never really liked real names. They were too formal for him. Sakura was Sakura-chan, Sasuke was Teme, or sometimes Sasuke-teme, Sai was Thing, and Kakashi was Kakashi-sensei, or sometimes Kaka.

"My friends' moms used to cook for me. It looks hard!"

"Really?" Naruto asked. He's never really cooked for himself; it was ramen or Sakura's place. "Well, just in case, I'm going to go check on them; be right back, Kay-Jay." With that he walked through the swinging door of the Uchiha kitchen.

He stopped in his tracks and lowered his chakra levels when he saw what his two ex-teammates were up to. Their lips were together, as if glued. They looked as if they were really, really enjoying themselves. Whoa…. Lesson learned—never sneak up on Sakura and Sasuke. Kami knows how many times they've been doing this! Ew! Even though he knew the two were going to end like this, he'd rather not see it in action! 'I mean,' Naruto thought, gagging internally, 'Sakura-chan's moaning!' Sakura's hands were gripping Sasuke's neck, pulling him closer, as if it was possible. Sasuke's hand gripped his lover's tinny waist, doing the same she was doing to him.

"Yo, lovebirds," the blonde called, fearing that Kajishi might come in at any second—she was five, she didn't need to be tainted for the rest of her life!—"little girl in the other room and you peoples are at it like monkeys!"

Sasuke pulled away, giving his usual grunt, and walked around Sakura getting the pot of soup on his way. Sakura, on the other hand, was blushing like there was no tomorrow. She put Sasuke's precious tomatoes to shame.

HaHa, another cliffy! But as I said, there was a contest on, and there still is! Anyone want to help me with a 13th chapter? The rules are on the "chapter" before this one! Good luck!